Oooooh, the tits are getting bigger

I went to Victoria’s Secret yesterday. It was fabulous. They measured me and I’ve miraculously transformed from a B cup to a D cup since the last time I bought a bra. Admittedly the last time I bought a bra was several years and eight kilos ago, but … Still quite exciting. I’ve never thought of myself as a D cup kinda gal. I’ve always been at the boyish end of the spectrum. But now that I come to think about it, my cup has runneth over in recent times. Whenever I take “The Girls” out to dinner in plunging tops, comments are made. I’m just wondering what’s sparked the growth spurt. Obviously, chubbing up has contributed, but last time I chubbed up I didn’t score a D out of it. Just to be on the safe side, I’ve only bought one 34D push-up one (perhaps not entirely necessary now I’m a D cup) on the off chance I shed boob kilos when I get back to Sydney. (Although all the candy colors of Victoria’s Secret are luring me back already.) I definitely won’t be shedding boob kilos here. Hawaiian food is too evilly good. I kicked off with my traditional first Waikiki lunch: fish tacos at Duke’s. Dinner was a Cobb salad with blue cheese dressing. Mmm-mmmm-mmmm. The hotel is fricking awesome, aside from there not being enough beds for everyone. Oops. Sprog 2 is current wedged between Nonna and Pop in their bed (good luck with that) and Sprog 1 is parked on two sofa cushions. Husband is corpsed on the fold-out sofa bed beside her, the fridge has started humming loudly and “Knock knock knocking on heaven’s door” is wafting up from the bar. So I’m off to the bathroom for yet another Unisom. I need my sleep. I’m taking Sprog 2 to Walmart tomorrow to choose a new dolly. Nonna owes her one as a birthday gift. There has been much speculation over what type to get. A crawling one? A hugging one? One that licks a green ice block and gets a green tongue (yes, it does exist). Promises be quite exhausting.

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15 thoughts on “Oooooh, the tits are getting bigger

  1. Ah – I sooo sing that title! & I think mine might be as well! No jogging for me 😉

    Loving the blow by blow account of your hols. May not have commented previously (not often up at 4.20am – darn belly ache), but have been there everyday and loved it!

  2. Can’t wait to see the lifted cleavage thanks to Victoria Secret. Very jealous, hols sound far more exciting than the groundhog days here in Sydney. Looking forward to seeing you x

  3. I’m jealous. Even with my $10,000 boob job, I’m not a D cup. May have to ask for my money back.

    I’m guessing you will need a holiday when you get back, to get over the holiday you’ve been on.

    See you on your return.

  4. Have a great holiday. Sounds like fun.
    Don’t hate me but I am a 12G. Freak of nature. I need an operation. Luckily for me, America accommodates my hooters. Much harder over here, even DJs has its limits in terms of range.
    Yum fish tacos. Jealous.

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